Passionate gay sex story of two lovers and their romance: 1
Passionate gay sex story: Mein library se nikal hii raha thaa jab mera phone buzz karne lagaa…
“Ji…” meine phone uthaate huye kaha.
“Kahaan hain tu, huh?” usne sawaal kiyaa.
“Library, bas nikal raha hoon.”
“Padhai kar raha hain, abhi tak? Bus miss nahi hoga?”
“Nahi, time pe pohuch jaaungaa bus-stand. Aap kaha hon?”
“Tera hostel ke neeche baitha hoon, tera room locked hain na. Tera roommate bhi library me hain kya, huh?”
“Aap yaha aa gaye hon?” meine aascharya hote huye poochhaa.
“Toh daer shaam tujhe akelaa hii highway pe bus ke liye chhod detaa kya?” usne bolaa, “Chal jaldi aa!”
Now, you may be wondering kae yeh sab kyaa hain, what all is happening? Toh mein aap ko bata doon kae this is a conversation between me, and mera patii.
Mahinaa thaa October kaa, aur dinn Thursday… waqt, shaam kae saare-paanch baj rahaa thaa… place, mera college campus… aur kissa, mera pehela Karwa Chauth kaa!
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Hum dono ek saal pehele miley thae (well, a little over one year actually) — in August, college campus me — mein fresher, aur woh final year kaa senior.
Ek-doosre ko campus me hum dekhte rahe, then three months later he asked me out on a date… and even before we knew it, we were crazy in love… phir agle saal, yaani iss saal March me, just before he graduated, we got married!
Hamara milna… uskaa mujhe seniors kae haanthon ragging se bachaanaa… hamara first date… hamara pyaar, aur woh first kiss… phir uskaa mujhe convince karna, and finally hamarae shaadi aur suhaagraat (when I had sex for the first time), are each an amazingly interesting story in itself (full Bollywood style!)… parr aaj kahani is not about any of that, this is the story of my first Karwa Chauth!
He had already got a job… in fact, unhe teen bahut hii amazing offers milaa thaa, but he settled for one that paid a lot less, but would keep him close to me… and that one fact had ultimately made me say yes when he proposed, and we got married… spending an amazing weekend having crazy sex before we got back to college — me, to prepare for my first year exams, and he, for his graduation.
New job join karne se pehele unhone apna ghar gaya thaa, for a short week… but was back after two days — he came out to his parents, and told them about our marriage… they threw him out, screaming: “Nikal, mar gayaa tu hamare liye!”
Usne wapas aa kar naukri join kiyaa, aur office ke paas hii ek two-bedroom wala, fully furnished flat rent pe le liyaa. He drove down to the campus each Friday and took me home, and then dropped me back each Monday morning — highway se gaye toh kareeb dhaai ghantaa lagta tha, par Expressway se sirf ek ghantaa.
Dekhte-dekhte saath mahinaa beet gaya, and it was October…
Chaaron taraf dhoom machaa thaa Karwa Chauth kaa – markets me bheed, shops decorated, special offers for newly wed couples, TV aur internet pe ads kaa bauchaar.
And suddenly I had a thought… after all, Karwa Chauth is all about love and togethrness, about the unbreakable bond between married couples…
Toh agar woh mere liye super job offers chhod saktaa, apna family chhod saktaa… toh kya unkaa life partner ho kar mein unkae health, happiness aur long life ke liye Karwa Chauth kaa vrat nahi rakh saktaa?
Waise toh hum dono hii aise State se belong karte hain jahaa Karwa-Chauth isn’t celebrated… par Bollywood, aur TV soaps dekh-dekh kar sabko pata chal gaya thaa iss festival ke baare me.
So I decided I too would keep a fast… pray for his wellbeing and success… aur shaam ko chaand dekhne ke baad, unka chehre kaa deedaar kar apna fast todungaa, that too, unhi kaa haath se pehelaa nivaalaa loongaa!
Toh uss Wednesday I called him, “Mein kal shaam aa rahaa hoon…”
“Friday bunk maaregaa?” unhone mujhe kaat-te huye poochaa.
“Mera sab submissions ho gaya hain, aur Friday bas do hii lectures hain, I can miss them.”
“What’s the occasion, huh? Naa mera birthday, naa tera birthday.”
“Karwa Chauth…” I replied.
“Tu mere liya fast karegaa?!” he exclaimed with surprise and joy after a long moment of stunned silence.
“Yes, aur aapke hii haathon se khaana khaaungaa.”
“Jaanu, tujhe toh mein apne godd me bethaakar, choomte-choomte apne haathon se khilaaungaa… jo-jo chaahega, wohi khilaaungaa!”
Mein hans pada, “Jo chahon kar lenaa, but be there in the evening, I’ll take the six o’clock bus and should be there by nine.”
“Bus pe aayega, akelaa?!” he gasped, feigning horror.
“Mein koi bachcha nahi hoon!” I snapped, offended.
“Mmmmmm…” unhone hanste huye sultry saa avaaz me kahaa, “so toh pata hain mujhe!”
“Toh kya, bharosaa nahi?” mein thoda sa gussa dekhaate huye poonchha.
“Tujh pe poora bharosaa hain, jaan…” usne hanste huye jawaab diyaa, “par highway aur bus ke public pe nahi!”
“Shut up!” I gasped – totally shocked, slightly embarrassed.
“Okay, jaanu…” unhone hansne lagaa.
“Bye,” I cut the call before he could say anything else.
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“Itna time kyu lagaa diyaa?” he exclaimed as soon as I tapped on the passenger side window.
“Seedhaa library se toh aa raha hoon, kaha time laga?” I replied getting in and fastening the seatbelt.
“Ab bol, kya karne kaa plan hain?” he asked starting the car.
“Kuch nahi…” I said, not getting the drift.
“Tujhe fast nahi karnaa?”
“Haan karnaa, kal… Friday.”
“Toh saamaan nahi lenaa kya, ritual items?”
“Bas, ek diyaa aur ek channi…” I answered as we drove out of the campus.
“Sirf diyaa aur chalni? Karwa, um, clay pot nahi lena? And what about the sargi… aur nayaa dress, shringaar ke saamaan aur churi?”
“Mazak kar rahe hon?” meine sternly poocha, “Mein koi cross-dresser nahi hoon, mujhe dress, makeup aur churi nahi hona!”
“Arre, gussa kyu hota hain, meine toh bas pooch liya. We can shop on the way home naa…”
“Sure, diyaa aur sieve.”
“Bada gusse me hain aaj… teer-e nazar, teekhii adaa… wah-wah!”
“Aur aapko itna saara details kaise maloom?”
“Tu room pe nahi thaa toh neeche baithe-baithe Google pe sab pata kar liya…” usne hanste huye bataya.
We reached the city within an hour and he drove me to the shopping area…
“Mujhe lena hain…” I said as we entered the market.
“Jab suhagan vrat rakhti hain, uska pati hi kharcha karta hain. Aur waise bhi, tu student hain, kamaataa nahi, so apna nakhraa apne jeb me rakh, aur jo-jo saamaan lena le le. Payment mein kar doongaa.”
I took the channi and a clay lamp and was done, but he insisted on taking me to the department store…
“Kya lega bol, jeans aur t-shirt, yaa formal shirt-pant?”
“Mujhe nahi hona new clothes…” maine sar hilaate huye kahaa.
“Mujhe bhi tu nanga hii zyaada pasand hain,” usne hanste huye dheere se bola, “par ritual ke liye you need new clothes naa. Chal, dono hii kurta-pajama le lete, okay?”
Then he took me to the mithai shop, aur dher saaraa different sweets, rabdi aur dry fruits khareeda… and finally fruit wale ke paas dates, apple, pomegranate aur banana khareeda.
“Itne saare?!” mein poocha, amazed, “Party de rahe ho kya?”
“Agar tu mere liye Karwa-Chauth kaa vrat rakh saktaa, toh kya mein tere liye fast nahi kar saktaa, huh?”
“Aap fast karoge?”
“Haan, mein tere liye fast karoonga, aur tere saath hi fast todoonga!”
I felt such joy, such pride, ke mein aap logon ko shabd me bata nahi paaungaa. And my love for him swelled up like a tsunami, filling my heart, and my soul… I had tears of joy in my eyes as we headed back to the car.
Uss raat hum khaana khaa kar ek saath so gaye, but we didn’t have sex.
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Early next day, well before dawn, he woke me up, “Chal, uthh, sargi khaa le… aur mujhe mera sargi de.”
When I came to the livingroom he had two thalis ready on the dining table… fruits, sweets, dry-fruits and a paneer dish I didn’t even know he had prepared!
Aur saath me do cup garam-garam chai.
Usne ek thali mere taraf badhaate huye bola, “Jaanu, khaa le…”
Mujhse raha nahi gaya, aur mein unse lipat gaya, kass ke jakad liyaa, “Thank you so much… God, I love you!”
“I too love you, jaan, very much,” he said hugging me back, “par ab jaldi khaa le, before sunrise, aur mujhe bhi mera thali de.”
I quickly pulled back, and smiling at him pushed the other thali towards him, “Lo, aap bhi khaa lo.”
“Thank you…” he said, aur phir muskuraate huye ankh se plate me banana kae taraf ishaaraa karte huye bola, “Ab iss keley se kaam chala le, shaam ko doosra wala kelaa doonga!”
“Cheee…” mein shock se bol pada.
“Chee kyu? Khoob toh haath me le kar khel-taa hain, aaj nahi hona kya?”
“Haan, honaa…” I blushed jawaab dete huye, aur phir hum khaane lagey.
Once we finished we sat together, snuggling…
“Kabhi fast kiyaa pehele?” he asked while stroking my head, running his fingers through my hair.
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I shook my head.
“Kar paayega… poora dinn, no food, no water?”
“Kar loongaa…” meine jawaab diyaa, adding, “aap ke liye naa!”
He kissed my head, “I too love you jaan!”
“Aap office jaoge?” I asked, yawning.
“Haan!”
“Fast kar rahe ho naa…”
“Mein job karta hoon, student nahi kae class bunk maar loon!” he laughed.
“Aap hii ke liye bunk maar rahaa hoon…” I pouted.
“Haan, pata hain…” hanste huye usne mujhe hug kiya, aur kiss karne lagaa.
Meraa toh jee kar rahaa thaa kae bas, ab sab kuch kar daalon, raat bhar paas-paas laite rahey par sex nahi kiye, aur ab bada hii mood ho raha thaa.
“Chal, ab aur munh nahi maarte, sunrise hone hii wala hain!” he suddenly said, pulling back.
But his eyes were still on me, caressing me with his gaze… his fingers caressing my face… his thumb dragging over my puffed lips… his other hand running up and down my bare arms… across my chest… circling my turgid nipples.
And I just sat there with a raging hardon, shivering all over… eyes closed, moaning away.
To be continued…
